We’re 13 months into our new lives – with a baby. So that’s 13 months that Chloe has had her life rocked to the core.
It’s no secret that she was queen of the household before Lucas came along. Some people were concerned about how she’d react to a new head of the household. Surprisingly, she’s been so great.
In the beginning, she stuck by my side as I nursed the baby each night – sometimes sitting in the floor, for fear of dropping him if I fell asleep. (At least if I was in the floor, he’d have less distance to fall. Those were very tired nights.) These days, I can often find her sleeping on the ottoman as I get the baby to sleep. Sometimes she joins us (in my lap), but she’s taken a liking to the ottoman. Oh, if the Boppy is on the ottoman, that’s even better. It’s double the pillows.
She lays on the mat we have down for his toys, and she doesn’t seem bothered when he gets SO EXCITED to see her and touch her. He’s actually very gentle with her. (As gentle as a 13-month-old can be.) She has never bit him or scratched him. Nor has she tried to bite or scratch him. (Now, me and the husband, on the other hand…we have our share of scratches from her if we so much as touch her belly.) In fact, the only time she has ever been anything other than calm was when he grabbed her tail – hard. And she hissed. Otherwise, she tends to look at me, and I can get the two of them apart.
I love that cat. I’m so glad she proved everyone wrong – everyone besides me, since I really had no worries that she’d be on her best behavior.